A Dutch Life

Started with My First Time
Continued from My First Time Part II
Continued further from My First Time Part III
Was still going at My First Time Part IV

Upon returning to the table the boys saw the foreign bottles. They began to wonder why I had not bought “Coldees”, but something stopped them from asking. Their hands reached for the beer in a smooth, calculated fashion, yet with such urgency that you wondered if I had purchased only three bottles for the four of us. With one remaining in my hand, I took the initiative and raised the bottle mouth to mine. The bottle was oh so cold and the fragrance pungent, smooth, entirely addictive. I tipped it slowly and effortlessly, the bottle bottom rose as if defying gravity, like it had wings. Before grabbing it I had made sure the label was facing away from me, broadcasting my new preferred beer as if it were the flag of my country. I was growing in confidence. In a rush I felt the precious amber liquid pour down the bottle neck and seamlessly down mine. I was taken. My taste buds threw their heads back and moaned. Faintly I could hear the beating of wings. I had to stop, to gather myself, to breathe, to compose myself. My eyes were now closed, in reality it was only a second but I felt hours pass. For a time I was oblivious to the sights and sounds around me but then in a snap back to reality, the bottle was again connected to my lips. I still don’t remember lifting it there but factually the beer was again flowing. Struggling to take control, I grabbed the bottle firmly, if I didn’t know better I would have said it began trying to buck my grasp. I became more determined, and by sliding it sideways I managed to prize it from my lips. As if breaking in a horse, I intentionally slammed it down on the table, and exclaimed “Ahhhhhh…” for at least 5 seconds.

Now the beer was mine.

To be continued…..